A long time ago in a dirty old basement, in a creepy old house on the south side of town, in Ann Arbor, Michigan I started making puppets and I couldn't stop. Night and day, day and night I sculpted, carved, painted, sewed and strung marionette after marionette.

First was Carl the zombie and then came his buddy Frank, and then Cold Timmy, then the Fuzzy Bunny, then Drunk Santa, then.....you get my drift. That's all I wanted to do any more. I stopped going out. Stopped eating and sleeping. I Just kept building puppets and puppets and puppets and puppets. I was also losing my mind. That was obvious.

The first show was a Halloween party at home. Carl and Frank danced for guests. That night Carl insulted somebody and was attacked. Seems the man just got out of jail and didn't find Carl that charming. This would not be the first time Carl ticks somebody off.

We then opened for the band Botfly on New Years Eve on MSU campus at a bar. We had to go on very late and were very drunk and cranky by then. The show had to be stored in the kitchen. Beer got dumped all over the puppets. Carl insults a lot more people that night. This time they ate it up. We started performing around town, then rapidly progressed to performing all over the Detroit metro area. You name it, cafes, bars, art schools, theaters, rock festivals, night clubs, and of course parties. It was now on a path and pace of it's own. God help us all.

After getting a bunch of shows under our belt the puppets started experimenting with different plots and subplots but often could not see an ending in sight thus left it a cliff hanger. The puppets tell me what to do. Help Me!! And special effects got more exciting. There's the Fuzzy Bunny car scene with the moving backdrop. What a spectacle. Then there's the puppet bomb skit at The Gypsy Cafe. People didn't know what hit them. At a Valentines Day show we drove in a snow storm to actually open for a screaming man banging a dildo on the floor.

One of the most memorable shows was performing in the window of Noir Leather in Royal Oak, Mich. The cops had to disperse the crowd of people. Razor spent his dinner money on a cock ring. We shot our first short film, Das Creeping Horror. We performed Santa's Been Drinking & He's Got a Gun at 1515 Broadway. The final night was sold out. That month I had mono, hepatitis, and two deaths in the family. What a horrible Christmas but what a fantastic show. Big lessons learned.

After three years in we found out the house would be torn down to be made into a parking lot. What a blow. Now what?! The puppets were pissed. Some of us got jobs at the Woodstock 1999 festival in Rome New York as builders and decided to take the show. I traded a marionette for a motorcycle before we go. We have one hell of a farewell party. Before we get to New York we go to the Rainbow Gathering hippy festival in the mountains. What a trip. Meeting at the peace pole. Dancing with the Dirt Fairys. We arrived 2 months before the concert. The show gets booked to perform the second day there. Then we are worked like dogs. All kinds of crazy sh*t happened. A man killed a ground hog with an onion. Freak storms. Really crazy place. The Mud People! We were all ready to perform but because of the fires and riots we never get to perform. We ran for our lives instead. We hid on a water tower that was filled with jet fuel. We didn't know what was in it till later. Ended up having puppet show parties at the housing unit with the crew. Inevitably peforming for the production people and our roady pals. We danced all night around an insane bonfire and on the rooftop. Looked like it would be back to the tool shed.

After New York the Puppets moved to Hamtramck for three years, This is when the magic show started starring Van Gogh. He's a real screwball maniac and don't dare doubt his skills. I joined up with the PuppetArt Theater in Detroit. My Russian pals were very patient. Totally did my puppet ninja training there. We kept doing smaller Gepetto Files' shows around town. Detroit was a trip. We opened for The Impaler and The Ruiners at the Hamtramck Blow Out & I had to killed a rat with a brick once. I got some dogs. Not with a brick. Ah, forget it. Goward makes his short video debut. We discovered one night before a show that Auger who had went to Woodstock earlier with us had been murdered. One of our own down. Dark times. The unraveling process had begun. I'm on the other side of Hell and looking back!! Just kept making puppets. Stick to what you're good at.

We're now in Washtenaw county. There's the Little Rat Theater which will be holding private shows very soon as well as web broadcasts. We started introducing people in with the puppets.. They seem to get along OK for now. We now have a Plasma Studio and a new incarnation of the traveling gorilla stage as well. The show is in it's 10th year with about 100 puppets and at least 100 more started. There<'s lots of new stories and jokes, twists and turns. But we're only going to give them to you one at a time. Ha Ha Ha Ha......Doh! Who knows what the future brings. I've had lots of crazy offers. I'd like to see the Black Frog for president personally. Some bio huh? Never take your self too seriously folks.